Mo Dao didn't know how to describe all the absurdities in front of him. It wasn't until the cold wind blew through his collar in late autumn and coldened his whole body that he woke up like a dream and looked up at the figure opposite. However, the other party has been hidden in the darkness beyond the light. He felt like a carnivorous beast, licking his fingers.

When the sword landed, Modo jumped up with a howl, and reached out to grab the "lice" on the mountain: "Michelle Platini, I'm here, Michel Platini! Come here, he's here, and the thief is here......

This call is equivalent to the call of an owl in the night sky. He rushed up, his fingers touching the green clouds, but he went straight through them and lay down. Before landing, when his neck was cold, his vision suddenly changed to a strange angle, and his body was covered in red blood.

Around the campfire, the atmosphere had become unusual since Mordor and the monks had left. Mo Dao Gang and the herbalist looked at each other in different ways, and they didn't know what attitude to use to face their "companion" who had been together for almost two months.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Luo Qing walked out of the darkness outside unhurriedly, holding something in his hand.

As he came into the range of the firelight, curious people turned their eyes to it, and then seemed to fall into a piercing ice cave.

"Brother Xuan and Mo Dao... Head?"

I don't know who described it, the campfire was quiet, and suddenly the pot exploded. At least seven or eight people screamed, desperately getting up and running, others knelt down and begged for mercy, and others remained in their original positions, eyes straight and overwhelmed.

Whether it was running, kneeling, or in a daze, Luo Qing didn't care. He pulled the knot on Lamod's head and walked straight to the fire. Suddenly, without warning, he stood up. A strong wind blew, and the burning flames dispersed. The brightness in the valley immediately dimmed.

Everyone shuddered. Then they heard Luo Qing's gentle voice: "Let's all go, run to find another campsite, where I can entertain guests." ”

At this time, on the top of the hill on the south side of the valley, a loud shout came: "Ludin and Sloan are here during the day, Xiao Luo Qing thief should not leave!"

With a howl, nine figures swooped down, and the birds in the mountains and forests were frightened into confusion.

Luo Qing didn't move, but most of the herbalists around him had lost the courage to escape. In the Mo Dao Gang, Zheng Da, who had just sold his boss, had a chance to escape. However, he lost his mind and ran in the wrong direction. He almost bumped into Luo Qing. In the trip, he saw Mordow's head, which had become extremely ferocious due to fear and despair. He sat down and shouted, "I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything... Forgive me, forgive me!"

Luo Qing was too lazy to deal with this waste. He threw Mo Dao's head to the other side of the creek that ran through the valley, and rolled to the feet of a white monk at the foot of the mountain.

With a bang, Lu Dingshun kicked his adopted son's head into the mountain stream, but the momentum of progress stopped. He just looked at him coldly for a long time. Then he said, "Is this Luo Qing?"

He asked the entourage of soldiers behind him, and someone replied yes. I couldn't see clearly in the dark, but I think I was also the protector who originally accompanied Kim Huan.

Lu Ding said hello before talking to Luo Qing: "This thief is also very smart, and people who know how to deal with this situation can be easily caught. Let me take you to the government and let the head of government decide. I couldn't help but save my life!"

Luo Qing had seen this person countless times in God's photos, but this was the first time in reality. I just feel that this person is ten times more annoying than in the photo, and he doesn't want to find a reason at all. However, if he were replaced by a more capable person, he would not have decided to face the enemy head-on.

Move your gaze to Rudin the Sloane.

It was the man who had just started screaming. His face was hideous and hard to see. Luo Qing has also seen it twice in God's picture. He knew that his strength was very strong, and when he was in his 30s, he was about to enter the intermediate ranks connected to God and condense into a Yin God. In terms of realm, he is on an equal footing with himself, but his skill level is even higher. The man is not very serious, though. Although he is above Lu Ding in the government, he can only be a thug if he actually acts outside.

Either way, this man is a formidable enemy.

Luo Qing's gaze turned again, sweeping over the two warrior butlers behind him. Look at these costumes, these fighters are government leaders and guardsmen. These people are all enlightened, not far from the spiritual realm, and they practice together all year round. The tacit understanding is amazing. Seven people work together. If the opponent is only at the beginning of the spiritual realm, maybe cutting is not enough for them. With such a force, even if Tianfu has a great cause, there are only more than 50 people, all of whom are top-notch talents in Tianfu.

He assessed the enemy's situation and completely abandoned Luding. Township Chief Lu, who has always bullied people and is afraid of bullying people, thinks that he has an advantage. How could he put up with this? He raspberry snorted, and then made a simple one: "The hardest way is to drink a glass of toast." Let's get started!"

When the voice fell, he didn't move, and Sloane rushed forward with his companions, jumping over the mountain stream in an instant. The herbalists around finally discovered the feeling of fleeing for their lives, and dispersed in a hurry, only the rest of the people in the center of the venue stood motionless, their eyes locked on Lu Ding, and they did not move at all.

Lu Ding, who was stared at by Luo Qing, didn't know why, but he felt very cold in his heart. He unconsciously took a step back and stretched out his sword. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and shouted, "If you form an alliance, life and death will be the same!"

Rudin thinks it's the safest. But at the moment when he shouted, Luo Qing's body fell, and the mountain stream, which was still covered with abundant snow, suddenly broke a half-moon arc, dark red in color, and pounced on the calves of Shi Long and the others, its sharpness was so great that no one dared to cut its edge, and now they all dodged.

The expert of Si Long Yi was bold and jumped at the last moment. He gently collided with the shock wave to measure its depth. In a hissing voice, he suddenly interrupted Director Zheng's words, familiar with the burning sensation coming from the soles of his feet, which at first was like warm water, but suddenly, it had turned into red, hot metal, and pierced straight into it. As the sword passed, the snow on the riverbank melted, leaving no trace.

"Long admiration... No, Fujian Chunyang!"

With a cry of rage, Sloane rolled over in confusion and bounced off the distance.

Not as domineering as the Nine Yang Rune Sword, the level of the pure Yang Rune Sword is too high, and the evil qi in the sword is condensed and not dispersed. At first glance, this is not obvious, but it can kill at least 50% of people than the former. However, the stone dragon understood this again, and when he fell into the distance, he made time to break into the body of the fire, without the clenching of the monk, love made a low sound, and his body burst out, and Pure Yang Fu Jian stabbed in vain, attacking seven warriors almost at the same time.

The samurai were the elite of the day government, strong-willed and unmatched. Ever since Lu Ding ordered the formation, he didn't care about anything else. Even if Sloane was repelled by the sword, he could not interfere with their will. He quickly dispersed and regrouped. He adjusted his position, and with only one breath, a roughly curved circle was formed. The sword in his hand hummed and trembled. The center of his gathering was locked in Luo Qing's body.

At this time, the hands of love, the pure Yang Fujian sword light, distorted and blurred, making people's eyes almost distort together.

As well-trained warriors, they couldn't help but lose their minds at this moment, and when they reacted, they saw that Luo Qing's body and sword were one, and they had already killed to the top of their arc. There, there were three people in the way!

The two swords collided, and a "sonorous" sound sounded. The Fu sword in Luo Qing's hand turned the fire into a blade. With a single punch, the sword of the warrior on duty was shaken out of the palace. In addition, shock waves of fighters from both sides were inserted from both sides of him. Although the Minion Warrior opened the middle door wide, it didn't dodge. As long as it can block Luo Qing for a while, the shockwave will converge from all directions, it is he who is dead, and it must be his side that wins.

"Good!" Rudin blurted out admiration as he could see clearly behind him. This time, it was a smart move to withdraw the government's main support team to Gumo. Even if other officials in the government came here, they wouldn't have won so cleanly.

However, the next moment, he saw the splash of blood mist, as well as blood mist, Luo Qing's cold eyes.

No one knows what happened a moment ago. The two butlers present and the rest of the soldiers only saw that the three people standing in front of Luo Qing were covered in blood, and the big blood mist sprayed out and fell down like wood, but Luo Qing did not stop, broke through the blood mist, and killed the motionless Chief Steward Ding who was standing motionless on the opposite side of the mountain stream with his sword.

In terms of pure cultivation, Lu Ding is stronger than any personal guard, but in terms of spirit and energy, he has long lost the momentum of courage and diligence when he has been dealing with office chores, and when he saw Luo Qing's blood sword killing, his first reaction was not to resist with a sword, but to shout back again, and even took seven or eight steps back, seeing that no one could catch up, he swung his sword indiscriminately, wanting to block Luo Qing's unpredictable swordsmanship.

In an instant, Luo fell in love, and the dark red sword flashed and clanged together. A miracle happened, Lu Ding's scattered sword screen actually blocked most of the shock waves, occasionally leaked out, and fell on the key, he actually survived... No, that was the time to block Luo Qing's two breaths, and this time was enough for Shi Long and the guards to come back to help, forming a three-way flank trend!

The first to arrive was Sloane. As a powerful figure in the day government, how many years has he not suffered such a loss? In shame and anger, as soon as he was able to defuse his anger, he tried to catch up with him, but Lu Ding blocked the other party's opportunity and went all out.

Shi Long is one of the five stewards of the government handed down by Jin Huan. If he is not good at calculations, his position should be more than that. However, due to his personality, he has made great progress in terms of achievements. As for seniority, he is much worse than Ludin. However, in terms of achievement, he had to do the opposite.

At this point, he began to go all out, and the crowd seemed to really see a round of sunlight shining in front of them. The heat wave of scorched skin and bones was suffocating, and the coolness of the mountains suddenly dissipated in late autumn. When the light passes, the cold current boils, not to mention the snow on the riverbank. More fire poison evaporated into the facial features7, and they couldn't turn their heads away, and some herbalists who didn't run away fell headfirst and couldn't get up again.

When Lu Ding saw the heat wave coming to his face and knew that his companions were coming to help him, his morale was greatly shaken, and he screamed and gulped down his wine. However, he also put a sharp sword in his mouth, blocking Luo Qing out like a storm. Until Sloan grabbed the samurai in front and chased them with a heat wave.

Five feet away, Sloane printed his hand. This is the distance where he can use his dazzling power to the fullest.

His hand was imprinted, and the roaring heat wave almost condensed into a real glow that swept past. Luo Qing was still facing him, and unconsciously, Lu Ding was looking at it with his bare hands, seeing this momentum, he stood on the tiger and jumped, this "fire cloud" means, but whether it is against or against, maybe two people can be put together and burned to ashes!

When his heart was afraid, he immediately drew his sword. At this time, he also took the lead, so it was naturally easy to retreat, Luo Qing seemed to be affected by the attack from behind, and he did not entangle, but turned around. Heavenly Mystery Mirror